Arthit was loved. By his coworkers and anyone, he came across. That didn't involve him. And he knew that now as he watched Arthit's interaction with his friends. And all the screaming and yelling and throwing this. Worse than the daycare job he had once.
And for the first time, Kongpob felt like he had everything. Arthit. Arthit was his everything but now he had an entire family too. All of Arthit's friends, sitting around the table. Showering Kongpob with all the gifts and Kongpob had missed all his life. Making up in one night.
He wondered about Arthit's brother. And what happened to him, to them. He would love to meet him. A little worried if he'd be accepted. But looking at Arthit, he knew he didn't have to worry about that. Or anything as a matter of fact.
Kongpob tapped his foot under the table, worried when Bright would get too close, intentionally pissing Arthit off and he was scared. And Arthit could see that and he could see Kongpob stressing himself. And he remembered the doctor's words like it was yesterday.
So he stopped himself from throwing more bread and ate it, chewing gruffly while Kongpob muffled his laughs. Watching all his friends sigh and roll their eyes. Eyeing him and telling him this was normal.
All of Arthit's friends had high-profile jobs and so did their significant others. Knott and Prin who worked at the company along with Arthit. Marilyn was an accountant along with Bright working with Arthit. Ryan and Toota also working at the company. With Prem being the most eligible bachelor and being a photographer after ditching his job at the company.
Kongpob loved them all. It was genuine and heartwarming and seeing Arthit with them kept his heart thudding. He never saw Arthit with anyone other than himself and Marie who came over every now and then with every dish she could make.
To the point where Kongpob told her to just bring a mini truck for the food. Kongpob was grateful but Marie was breaking her back doing everything for Kongpob and she had done enough. But not according to her.
She said she was just trying to get on their good side and become Oon's Godmother. And they both agreed while Bright decided to be the Godfather. The irony.
"Eat some more," Arthit put some more pulled pork on Kongpob's plate, ignoring the whines and protests. Whining more when all of their friends decided it was funny seeing Kongpob stuffed.
"Wow you really have every flavor," Marilyn's eyes sparkled as Arthit washed the dishes along with Toota who had a temper tantrum before Arthit let him help.
"Yup, he has one bite of everything," Arthit chuckled as he looked over and found the rest fussing over Kongpob and showing him all the baby clothes and toys they got for their nephew, Oon.
"Who wants ice cream?" Marilyn got the buckets out and an ice scooper. All of them flocking around her in seconds.
"Do you all have diabetes or at the mental age of five?" Marilyn rolled her eyes as they all bickered about the flavor. She scooped a spoon of every flavor and gave it in a big bowl to Kongpob. "Have space for more?"
Kongpob grinned widely, taking the bowl and nodding. He immediately walked over to Arthit and gave him the first spoonful, unaware of all the gagging in the background. Arthit stared at him, his eyes burning Kongpob.
Arthit lowered his head, staring at Kongpob, and took a spoonful. Licking his plump pink lips while Kongpob blushed mauve and ran away. Sitting on the couch and hiding with Twinkle on his lap.
They talked for hours until Kongpob began getting restless, his back killing him. Arthit saw the discomfort and gave him pillows to sit back comfortably while the others watched, looking at him worriedly.
Fawning over him and asking a billion questions. Gasping when Arthit sat down and took Kongpob's feet into his lap and began massaging. "P'Arthit, I'm okay," he tried removing his legs but Arthit held on tight and smiled.
"I know. Just sit back," Arthit continued massaging and Kongpob couldn't help but sigh and lay back, smiling when the others talked. About work, college, life, relationships. Which soon turned into teasing Kongpob.
Stopping only when Arthit gave a small smile and redirected the conversation. To teasing everyone else, winking at Kongpob and kissing his feet.
Kongpob was floating from the day Arthit confessed, the day he apologized. But this was a new level of euphoria. Arthit sitting on the floor when his friends were there and kissing his feet. What more could he ask or yearn for?
And he fell in love with their friends too. Not judging once about anything, only supporting and welcoming him into a warm, big, happy family. And it felt like he always belonged there, like family.
He was so happy that he began questioning if it was reality or fantasy. Whether it would last or not. But seeing the unfaltering smile on Arthit's face was enough of a promise. That no matter what, he wouldn't let go. And that's all Kongpob needed.
As he closed his eyes and heard the room get quieter, smiling with another feathery kiss. Unable to keep his eyes open for another second. Knowing it was okay because they would be back again soon.
Or tomorrow for more ice cream or to tease Kongpob. Either way, Kongpob wanted it.
Just as much as he wanted all the baby clothes in the stores. They were all too cute, how can you decide?
Kongpob raked his hand through the isles and isles of clothes while Arthit pushed the cart around. "Isn't this cute, P'Arthit?"
"Uh-huh," Arthit replied, not even looking Kongpob's way. Kongpob pouted and placed the "Daddy's baby" pajamas back on the rack and hugged Arthit's arm.
"P'Arthit?" Kongpob looked up at him, with the puppy eyes Arthit couldn't resist.
"Don't do that here, puppy," Arthit grabbed his waist and pulled him in closer while Kongpob looked at him wide-eyed.
"P'Arthit...P'Arthit," Kongpob tried to put some space between them.
Arthit leaned in and kissed Kongpob while Kongpob kept pushing, trying to look away. But soon melting into the kiss unconsciously while Arthit smirked. Wrapping his arm around Kongpob's waist and the other arm on his belly.
Arthit let go of the bruised lips, licking it wet. Smirking at Kongpob's red face. Kongpob banged his head on Arthit's chest, clawing his shirt. Taking deep breaths, unknown to him, that's what Arthit wanted.
Arthit smiled sweetly at the young couple, the man staring at Kongpob with the gaze Arthit knew all too well. And Kongpob knew nothing about it, thinking it was only Arthit who looked at him that way. He took a mental note, looking them up and down and giving a short smile.
"Did you get everything you wanted?" Arthit rubbed Kongpob's back, helping him stand up straight.
Still very red in the face. Kongpob nodded, looking at the overflowing cart full of toys and clothes. Knowing damn well that their baby wouldn't even use half of it.
But he couldn't resist. Even people who don't want children fawn over the babies section, so how could HE not?
"This will be expensive..." Kongpob looked away, organizing the clothes in the cart, shuffling.
Arthit gave him a blank stare, the one he would give after Kongpob would bring up anything about dollars between them. And he's lucky he was very pregnant.
Arthit pushed the cart very slowly, letting Kongpob sit down on the benches whenever he needed to. They were getting closer to the date and Kongpob was getting more restless and sleepless.
And Arthit hated to see Kongpob's tired face and he didn't know what to do. He'd rock Kongpob on their huge swing downstairs as they watched the moon, the cool breeze that lulled Kongpob to sleep before only making him more restless.
He would walk around the entire house, holding Kongpob's hand and let him cry into Arthit's chest when he got too frustrated. Hating the way Kongpob apologized to him for everything.
He even researched all the methods that can soothe a heavily pregnant person, but nothing worked. Kongpob slumped onto the passenger seat while Arthit put all their bags away in the trunk. Feeling so sleepy and tired.
"Rest," Arthit put his one hand on Kongpob's inner thigh, caressing him. He glanced Kongpob's way and smiled, seeing him sound asleep. He leaned over and kissed Kongpob's forehead that was lulled over.
Gripping the steering wheel as they drove off.
Arthit wanted to drop to the floor and roll with laughter. Seeing Kongpob's very cute attempts of getting Arthit's attention.
Kongpob huffed and puffed, crossing his arms over his chest, stomping away when he saw Arthit diligently working on the computer from home like he had been for months.
Kongpob had told him he was fine and maybe Marie could come over. But Arthit was adamant about staying home until they had their little bundle in their arms and Kongpob was stable enough. And that was the end of the discussion.
Kongpob peeked through the corner and saw Arthit working on the computer still. An hour later, in the same position. He sighed and leaned against the wall. He was being ridiculous, he knew.
But he wanted Arthit. He needed Arthit in every way. And Arthit was the perfect husband, feeding him, showering him, all the comforting touches one can ask for, being with him always.
But Kongpob wanted more. He needed more of Arthit's touch. And his desire for Arthit was getting more and more painful every day. He knew why Arthit was keeping away from touching him, other than giving him some relief when he needed it.
But Kongpob wanted more. Their doctor said intimacy was good anyways. He sighed again, loudly. Forgetting Arthit could hear.
Arthit was frustrated too, and he didn't even take any help from Kongpob who was more than happy to help. But he knew if he let go, all his restraints would crumble. So he did everything else he could, but physical touch.
He wanted nothing but to sink himself into the pleasure and make Kongpob scream and cry for him. His lullaby. But he couldn't bear the thought of hurting Kongpob. He already had for many, many lifetimes.
Hurt him so much that he'll spend the next lifetimes correcting himself and accepting every punishment that came his way, happily. For pushing and scarring the only person that was ever there for him.
Kongpob took a deep breath, "today will be the day baby..." He winced, talking to his baby about this. But it was okay, he told his baby everything. He shrugged his shoulders and stared at Arthit's back.
He casually walked out, tripping on something and turning beet red. He had already given himself a few pep talks. He had done everything google told him to do to seduce your significant other.
But it seemed like revealing clothes, bending over, looking at them, and showering naked did nothing to Arthit. Because Arthit continued to have a smile on his face with everything.
Coming to help him pick whatever he was bending over for, buttoning his clothes up so he won't get cold, washing him with all the concentration in the world, and kissing his forehead whenever Kongpob would stare at him.
Kongpob walked over and hugged around Arthit's back, leaning over to see what he was doing. Arthit turned around and smiled, pecking Kongpob's lips. Only adding fuel to the fire.
"Are you hungry, P'Arthit?" Kongpob closed his eyes, cringing. What was he doing?
"No, are you?" Arthit kept typing away, feeling more energized with the koala on his back, now peppering kisses along his neck hesitantly.
Kongpob thanked his pregnancy hormones for giving him the courage for whatever he was doing. And he knew he wouldn't look Arthit in the face after this.
Kongpob took a deep breath and walked around, settling himself on Arthit's lap. Arthit immediately held onto, pushing away from the table to give them more room.
Kongpob didn't waste time as he kissed Arthit, cupping his face. Moaning and holding on tighter. More aroused as each second went on. Arthit wasn't doing any better.
And it looked like his puppy hadn't given up. He loved a feisty Kongpob that would only come up a very few times. And this was only the second time. Arthit gave in to Kongpob for a few seconds before forcefully parting.
"Kongpob," Arthit cupped his face and pecked his lips very quickly before kissing his forehead.
"P'Arthit please," Kongpob begged, resting his forehead on Arthit's, both breathing deeply to catch their breaths.
Arthit gripped the table, "Kongpob."
"Please...I need you," Kongpob placed his hands over Arthit's and parted. His eyes glistened with unshed tears. "Please?"
Arthit stared at Kongpob, the air thick. Both red and burning for each other. Kongpob begging him to let go. "Please..." Kongpob leaned down, touching his lips against Arthit's.
Hovering over them and moving his lips softly and sensually across Arthit's. Crying when Arthit didn't respond, trying harder. He felt Arthit grip his thigh, making him moan loudly.
Arthit growled deep in his chest, kissing Kongpob harder, giving in to what he so yearned for. He kissed down to Kongpob's neck, biting down hard, eliciting a soft moan. Licking it and kissing it after.
He removed Kongpob's shirt, pulling him closer, kissing his goosebumps, chasing them. He suckled on Kongpob's nubs. He scooped Kongpob up, heading to their room, and put Kongpob down. Kongpob looked away, feeling shy.
Not believing what he had just done, "shy now?" Arthit smirked, his shirt and pants gone. Arthit took off Kongpob's baggy sweatpants softly, kissing his belly all the while.
Kongpob blushed, wanting to bury his face in the pillows, Arthit hovered over him, settling himself against Kongpob's naked self, kissing each corner.
Paying close attention to every scar like he always does. Trying to wash away all the deep scars with his tears, like every time. Kongpob cupped his wet cheek and brought him closer.
Kissing the teary eyes, "I love you." Kongpob looked up, smiling, and dabbed his thumb across Arthit's cheek. Kissing away every tear.
"And I forgave you long, long ago. Now it's your turn to forgive yourself," Kongpob kissed Arthit's nose, smiling. Pushing his head back down and arched.
"I love you puppy," Arthit whispered against Kongpob's sweaty skin, kissing every inch while rocking in slowly. Careful to not stress. Ignoring every protest and plea for more.
Kissing away every tear Kongpob shed from frustration and pleasure. Very happy with his self restraints. Happy with everything he had.
Arthit was getting extremely worried. Kongpob was ordered to have bed rest since his body was so weak. And Arthit couldn't help but blame himself for everything. For every tear, Kongpob had shed and every groan of pain that escaped his lips.
Arthit massaged every inch of Kongpob's body, kissing him and giving every medicine and home remedy he knew off. Even Marie was at a loss.
Kongpob reassured Arthit he was okay although with tears in his eyes. Arthit smiled and carried him around, taking him to the hospital often to make sure everything was fine.
Arthit started relaxing as the doctors assured him he was okay, along with Kongpob's words. Until the day he heard Kongpob cry from upstairs, almost screaming.
Arthit barged into their master bedroom, sweating and eyes wide as he saw the bloody sheets and the blood on his thighs, dripping down. "P'Arthit..."
Kongpob was red and sweating, holding his belly tight. Taking deep breaths. "It hurts..." Arthit scooped him up, wasting no time as he settled Kongpob in the car and drove off to the hospital.
Arthit let Kongpob grip his hand tight, almost breaking his fingers. His heart breaking with each broken sob and ragged breath Kongpob took. Arthit carried him out, pacing outside the room.
None of his threats worked with the doctor until he was let in. He saw Kongpob crying and screaming in agony with the pain shooting up and down his spine. Not giving him a moment's rest.
Arthit kissed Kongpob's head over and over, "breathe, baby, breathe."
Kongpob screamed, holding Arthit's hand tight. Losing all his strength. "P'Arthit...I can't..."
"You can, puppy." Arthit held his hand, glaring at the doctor who seemed nonchalant.
He kissed Kongpob's forehead continuously, whispering encouraging words. Each scream piercing through his heart.
It was because of him. He got Kongpob pregnant without planning. Without his consent. And he knew Kongpob didn't regret but what if he will now?
He caused Kongpob all this pain, and nothing he could do was helping. The vision of Kongpob's blood everywhere haunting him. Even with his eyes open, he could only see the blood.
Feeling it to be his karma. Giving him the ultimate happiness to just tear it away. Like always. Like it was a funny game.
He remembers seeing the stained sheets with so much blood. Just like before when he... Arthit cried along with Kongpob who was screaming and begging Arthit.
And before he knew it, they heard the first cry. Arthit watched in awe at the small thing in the nurse's arms. So small.
"It's a boy..." The doctor announced.
He looked back at Kongpob with a huge smile that faded instantly. He cupped Kongpob's cheeks and dabbed his thumb across it. "Baby?" Arthit lightly tapped his cheeks, waiting for any movement.
"Kongpob?" Arthit panicked, rubbing Kongpob's hands together. He looked at the doctor, his eyebrows furrowed. His eyes scanning for their baby. "What happened to Kongpob?"
Arthit marched over and grabbed the doctor's collar, growling. "What happened to him?"
The doctors sighed loudly and patted his shoulder. "He is just tired. We will give him an IV and he'll wake up soon."
Arthit let go, still glaring at the doctor. Ready to throw another punch but couldn't with the warm bundle being placed into his arms.
Arthit looked at the nurse with bloodshot eyes. "I- I never..."
"Here, you're okay," the elderly nurse smiled at him, making him comfortable with the newborn in his arms.
Arthit rocked the baby slowly, going near Kongpob and sitting down. He stared at Kongpob's tired face. Apologizing nonstop. He kissed his baby's head, crying.
"Thank you puppy," Arthit kissed Kongpob's hand, holding it. He put their little boy down in his crib, rocking it slowly. Cooing with the small gurgles coming from him.
"Why aren't you waking up?" Arthit kissed Kongpob's forehead again, resting his head in the crook of Kongpob's neck. Kissing him.
He stood up, walking out of the room. Barging into the doctor's office.
"He's not waking up. Why is he not waking up?" Arthit screamed at the doctor, raging. His face flushed, hair disheveled, and eyes puffy. "It's been more than twenty hours."
"Calm down son," the doctor let Arthit grab him. Smiling softly at him, keeping his voice soft and gentle. Breaking bits of Arthit, seeing no fear in those eyes.
His hands loosened on the doctor's collar and he took a step back. "I promise he will wake up soon. Go to them."
The doctor came forward and brought Arthit into his arms, hugging him tightly. Arthit hesitantly hugged back, moving away awkwardly. He scratched his head and smiled, walking out fast. His heart thudding.
He came back to see Kongpob struggling to sit up, groaning. Arthit rushed over, helping him sit. "Where?"
Arthit smiled at Kongpob, kissing him. Kongpob smiled into the kiss, still very tired. He weakly hugged around Arthit's hips, leaning into Arthit's touch, smiling as he felt kisses over his head.
"Where is Oon?" Kongpob murmurs against Arthit's tummy, sighing and ignoring the pain in his lower body. Arthit gaped, staring at Kongpob who looked down.
"P'Bright calls you that..." Kongpob murmured, looking at the crib a little away from him.
"Oh," Arthit nodded, muttering things under his breath, while Kongpob giggled looking at the flushed face. Knowing Arthit was in more pain than he was, seeing the exhausted face.
Arthit walked over, grabbing a sleepy Oon from his crib, and handed him over to Kongpob. Smiling with teary eyes as Kongpob cried, kissing over Oon's head.
"He's so handsome...just like daddy."
Arthit blushed, sitting on the bed, taking Kongpob into his arms. Watching how they both fit so well in his arms, feeling his heart grow in a couple more sizes.
His family... He kissed Kongpob's head and swayed him in his arms, watching Kongpob pull down his gown. Smiling as he watched their son eagerly drink, chomping down.
"Like daddy. Like son," Kongpob whispered, letting his head fall back on Arthit's shoulder, giggling at Arthit's flushed face. Pecking Arthit's jaw, still being swayed.
Arthit was back at work, unable to stay home any longer. Kongpob was stable and happy with Oon growing and giggling after weeks at the hospital. Making sure both papa and baby were safe and healthy enough to go home two weeks later.
And so now he had no excuse. And maybe Bright threatened that they would all move in with Kongpob so Arthit can come to work stress-free.
So Arthit agreed to come in if only Kongpob was fine with it. And Kongpob had been adamant on Arthit going to work from pregnancy so Arthit didn't even have to ask.
He sighed, coming out of the shower, smiling as Kongpob sat on the bed in a white fluffy bathrobe. His hair still wet from his shower and his skin flushed with the hot water hitting his skin. He walked over, pecking Kongpob's lips, hiding his face in Kongpob's neck.
Tickling him with his nose and warm breath against his nape, the small hairs raising. Kongpob continued, feeding Oon.
Arthit pulled down the other side of his robe and began kissing Kongpob's collarbone and chest. Nipping and licking him. "You smell even better, puppy."
"I can eat you all day," Arthit moaned as he felt Kongpob's soft skin under his teeth. "So edible."
Kongpob moaned, holding Oon tighter to himself. Jolting when he chomped down. Arthit chuckled, giving Kongpob deep hickeys. Pleased with the way Kongpob was gripping his thigh.
"Got to go to work," Arthit smirked when he heard a small whine. "Or..."
Arthit trailed his finger up Kongpob's naked skin under the bathrobe. Caressing his thigh, watching Kongpob take struggled breaths.
"I can do some other...work," Arthit whispered against Kong's lips.
Kongpob blushed and looked away. Giving his attention to Oon who was done chomping down. Arthit got up, getting ready in front of him.
"I'll do mine and you do yours. I don't want you failing class now," Arthit gave a playful smile.
Putting on his suit for some big meeting Arthit had talked about and Kongpob had no memory of. Arthit smirked, kissing Kongpob's lips, pulling away forcefully. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Oon's head.
"They're all coming over tonight," Arthit combed back his hair, sighing.
Slumping his shoulders and pouting at Kongpob. Kongpob tilted his head, questioning. Wincing as Oon hit his chest, scratching him with his small nails.
"You don't want them to come?" Kongpob tapped Oon's nose with his finger, smiling up at Arthit.
"They will steal you away from me," Arthit pouted, sitting on the bed. Making Kongpob lean on his shoulder, instead of the headrest of the bed.
"P'Arthit," Kongpob sighed, caressing Oon's hair.
"You don't pay attention to me," Arthit grumbled, nipping Kongpob's shoulder, kissing it. Controlling himself from suckling elsewhere.
"I do, it's just never enough for you," Kongpob smiled, reaching his hand back and caressed Arthit's head lightly, making sure to not mess up his hair.
"It's never enough," Arthit groaned, sighing in content with the soft touches.
Kongpob giggles as Arthit's nose tickled him, making Arthit nudge his neck harder Upsetting oon without getting any attention.
"See," Arthit pointed to Kongpob who was giving all his attention to Oon.
Kongpob rolled his eyes and sighed, turning his head back and kissing Arthit shut.
Still rocking Oon in one hand and keeping his other baby entertained in his other.
"P'Arthit, Oon won't disappear," Kongpob giggled, lighting a small candle. His heart melting as Arthit would walk over to the crib in the living room every two minutes to check on Oon.
"Huh?" Arthit didn't look up, only smiling at the baby inside, turning and wiggling his arms around.
Giving him the biggest yawn. Staring up at Arthit with big hazel eyes. Smiling with his small dimples and cooing. Being the exact replica of himself... The innocent version.
"Now who's not giving attention?" Kongpob crossed his arms. But before the two could bicker and have an excuse to have a heated session, the doorbell interrupted.
"It's early?" Arthit looked at the door, sighing. Not ready for his son to be near all those hooligans. He'd have to cover Oon's ears the entire time.
"It's Marie," Kongpob shrugged, walking over.
His heart melting with the way Arthit looked at Oon, seeing the love and affection poured outright from his heart.
"Muffins?" Marie held up muffins and grabbed Kongpob into a tight big bear hug. "You barely called," Married glared at him, pointing a dangerous finger at him. His ear being twisted and pulled the next second. All the way to the living room.
Arthit had Oon in his arms, swaying them both. Oon's coos and snorts bringing music to their ears. And Marie got distracted instantly and let go of Kongpob's red ear, running to Danny.
"Grandma's baby," Marie looked up at Arthit for permission before taking Oon into her arms. Rocking him and walking around.
"You'd think this is the first time she's seeing him," Arthit chuckled, coming up behind Kongpob and hugging around his back.
Resting his chin on Kongpob's shoulder and swaying them both. Watching Marie update Oon about her weekly activities.
They heard a ping, signaling their chicken roast was complete, "I'll go get it."
Arthit walked towards the kitchen, in a loose shirt, joggers, and his hair damp. Bending over to check on the chicken, flaunting everything he had. Drying Kong's throat, as he licked his lips. God!! When did he become such a desperate slut? Well... He did have a hot husband...
"Kongpob, come here," Kongpob blinked hard, looking over his shoulder at Marie who was signaling for him.
Looking back to see Arthit's mirthing. Kongpob blushed, ofcourse Arthit saw Kong oggling. Kongpob turned around, walking over to Marie. Shaking his head fast, snapping out of his daydream.
"Here, take good care of yourself. You are my first baby," Marie leaned over and placed a hard kiss on his cheek, ruffling his hair.
Marie handed him a bag full of vitamins, protein shakes, fruits, medicines, and booklets and booklets on healthy habits for baby and parent.
"Nana," Kongpob smiled widely, hugging her neck, squeezing her too hard, and earning a hit over his head.
"Do you want me to die and drop baby Oon?" Marie glared, soon breaking out in a smile seeing the dimples. "You. Come."
Arthit pointed to himself and raised his eyebrows in question. "Who else?" He chuckled and walked over. Feisty woman.
"You are also my baby. You take care too and don't forget about old me," Marie caressed his cheek and kissed him too. Ruffling and messing up his hair next.
She rocked Oon who was becoming more fussy, only to break out in tears, wailing. She gave him to Kongpob who gladly took him away to their room.
"Are you hungry, Oon?" Kongpob bounced Oon in his arms. The house silent as Oon suckled in seconds.
Kongpob came back out with a happy Oon who refused to sleep. Being greeted by a room full of people. Already being noisy. Some whining and fake crying as Arthit sat red in the face.
"Is our superhero still awake?" Bright got up off the couch, making a face at Danny who stared intently at Bright. Bright opened his arms waiting as he scrunched up his nose.
Oon stared for a minute before slowly raising his arm up. Making the whole room gasp and break out into laughter. Marilyn sat quietly, tears forming.
Bright came back and sat next to Marilyn, holding Oon who was extremely quiet. Staring up at Bright with the hazel eyes which reminded him so much of someone.
Kongpob took a seat next to Arthit who wasn't having it. He picked Kongpob up with ease and placed him in between his legs, leaning Kongpob back. No one minding them, being used to having their sickeningly sweet love life always shoved into their faces.
"Hi oon," Bright smiled, rocking him.
Looking up at Marilyn who was resting her head on his shoulder, staring at Oon with fond eyes. Staring up at Bright with her beautiful glistening blue eyes.
"Say Bright," Bright mouthed his name a few times while Marilyn slapped his thigh.
Laughing her head off, tears falling with laughter. The whole room breaking out in laughter as Marie sat back in the rocking chair, watching the big family. Smiling happily for her babies.
"He is four months old," Knott wanted to throw the pillow behind him if not for Oon being in his arms.
"Why is he not crying? He bawled in my arms," Prem mumbled, looking away, earning laughter.
"Look at yourself and you'll get the answer," Bright answered back, sticking his tongue out. "Right Oon?" Bright took Oon's hand and made a thumbs up.
All laughing with tears rolling down. While Prem crossed his arms, frowning and mumbling.
"Maybe this time he'll stay," Kongpob beamed. Patting Prem's back who stared at Kongpob. Who was biting his cheek to stop laughing.
"Uh-huh," Prem rolled his eyes while Arthit kept laughing, holding Kongpob tightly against himself.
Bright walked over and placed Oon in his arms who looked at Prem. Prem stiffened instantly with the small bundle of warmth in his hands. Scared to breathe.
"You look constipated. No wonder you are scaring him," Toota commented, gripping Ryan's thigh as he bent over and laughed. All watching Prem not move a muscle. Not even blinking.
With Oon doing the exact same, both staring into each other's eyes. All quiet until Oon's lips quivered and eyebrows furrowed.
"Wait. Wait. He's crying. Take him away," Prem held him out, making Arthit chuckle.
Kongpob took him into his arms, rocking him before he wailed as Prem let out a big breath and panted.
"He is just scared of my muscles," Prem flexed his muscles, raising his eyebrows a couple of times.
"He loved the big muscle man," Toota murmured as Knott chuckled.
Holding out his arm for Oon. Kongpob immediately gave Oon to Knott who grabbed Knott's thumb. Staring, all quiet.
"Whatever, he'll love uncle Prem the most when he's older. You watch," Prem crossed his arms, leaning back. Earning a thumbs up from Bright and the rest who chuckled and nodded.
All smiling at the soft interaction between all of them. Never having imagined this moment in all the time they knew Arthit. Thankful their best friend got his happy ending too.
Kongpob watched over as Oon slept in his crib, sound asleep. Being such a quiet baby, never crying unless he needed something, and never waking up at ungodly times.
The thought of a big family coming across and taking a place in his heart, his desire increasing daily. Watching Arthit walk around with Oon and talk to him about his work as he cooked their dinner. Patted him asleep, waking up if Oon cried in the middle of the night...
Being the perfect father and husband... Confused why Arthit ever doubted himself. But he wanted more. He has a daddy's son. And now he wants a daddy's daughter if it were possible.
A little companion for Danny to play with, fight with, make-up with, learn with, love with, and grow with.
Kongpob jolted, feeling two arms wrap around him, kissing his neck. They stayed like that in the dimmed room watching Oon soundly sleep. Sucking on his thumb with his chest rising and falling rhythmically.
"P'Arthit?" Kongpob caressed Arthit's arm that was on his waist, smiling as he heard Arthit hum and continued kissing his shoulder.
"Don't you think our Oon would make a great big brother?" Kongpob smiled, his eyes tearing up with the thought. Kongpob looked back up at Arthit, hearing no response. "Right?"
Arthit hummed, kissing Kongpob's lips. He would, their Oon would make a great brother, friend... Arthit kissed Kongpob harder, turning him around and pulling him closer. Making Kongpob's mind a complete mush, making him forget anything in his head.
Just under Arthit's mercy, just feeling the sensual tremors up and down his spine. Moaning and letting Arthit sweep him off his feet.
But Arthit couldn't forever erase the desire in Kongpob's heart. It lingered, hurting Kongpob a little more each time Arthit kissed him shut.
Feeling his dreams of a big family being crushed with every peck. But he couldn't be selfish. He couldn't force Arthit into wanting something he didn't. If all they had and wanted was Oon, then Oon would be enough...
Kongpob would let Arthit have something his way because Arthit always let Kongpob get his way for every single thing. And he knew it and he felt selfish. Maybe Arthit was regretting everything. Maybe Arthit was just being guilt-tripped.
Maybe he was just a responsibility. And his rational side knew how wrong he was. Arthit was not a man to do things with guilt. Not someone to care about just because he had to.
But Kongpob couldn't help where his thoughts went. And he felt bad with the distance he was creating between Arthit and him. He didn't mean to, but it happened. Although Arthit was always there, listening to every word. Like his loyal puppy.
Arthit watched Kongpob pat Oon's back, feeding him and smiling. Caressing his head and was so happy like he owned the world. His heart clenching, with the thought of Kongpob's glistening tears.
He heard the small sniffles at night and the way Kongpob would tear up when he'd kiss him. Redirecting the topic. He knew he was confusing Kongpob and making him question everything.
But he'd be right there to prove all those thoughts wrong. But he wasn't letting Kongpob hurt again, ever. The bloody sheets were still very much vivid in his head. Keeping him up all night, as he hugged Kongpob tighter.
He walked over, removing his coat, mumbling a small hello to Kongpob, and placing a kiss on his forehead. Kongpob stared as Arthit disappeared into the bathroom, sighing.
He was going to ask Arthit. He had enough of the swirling self-sabotaging thoughts in his head.
And he could only shut it off by asking. Praying that Arthit's response wouldn't break him.
He opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to make coherent sentences but failing. Caressing Arthit's damp hair as he laid down on his lap while Oon still ate eagerly.
"Are you happy, P'Arthit?" Kongpob whispered, raking his hand through Arthit's hair, holding his breath.
Arthit looked up, frowning, "why would I not be?"
Kongpob smiled and shook his head, "just asking..."
Kongpob let out a shaky breath, while Arthit held his in. Both knowing the question that was up in the air, waiting to drop. "Then why?"
Arthit closed his eyes, stiffening. "Why do you avoid the topic?"
"What topic?"
"Oon." Kongpob kept caressing his hair, sighing again. Bouncing Oon who was getting a little restless, shushing him.
"I won't let you bleed again. I don't like seeing your blood," Arthit spoke in one breath, slumping onto Kongpob's lap. His stiff body relaxing, finally speaking out his fears.
"I won't let you get hurt. I won't let you bleed," Arthit got up and cupped Kongpob's face. "Never again, Kongpob Rojnapat."
"And what if I want to?" Kongpob whispered, feeling his heart clench with the thought of Arthit hurting so much. "What if you never hurt me? What if I was happy to take every pain, Oon..."
Arthit gulped down lumps and shook his head, "I can't stand seeing your blood, puppy." Arthit got up, facing Kongpob, his eyes falling over the bathrobe falling off Kongpob's shoulders. Giving him the perfect view.
"P'Arthit-"
"You want a baby, right? Another one?" Arthit stared at Kongpob then his nub. "You want to nurture another?"
"You want to feel warm, giving everything to your babies?" Arthit stared up at Kongpob who watched him with glazed eyes.
"I can be your baby," Arthit sprawled over Kongpob, latching onto his other nub.
His one hand on Kongpob's tummy and the other around his waist. Locking him. His one leg over Kongpob's legs, suckling to his heart's content.
The words echoing inside Kongpob's head. But losing it feeling Arthit's warm tongue lick and caress his sensitive nubs, soothing some of the pain with the open mouth kisses.
He threw his head back, moaning with the sensation, caressing Arthit's head with his free hand.
"I can be whatever you want..." Arthit whispered, sinking his teeth softly into Kongpob's flesh. Smirking with the violent shiver that rocked Kongpob's core.
Marking Kongpob's smooth, soft skin with beautiful red marks of love. Accepting how Kongpob had changed all his vocabulary.
"Anything..." Kongpob teared up, with the gentle kiss.
Feeling so much loved, accepting that Arthit was all he needed. And the small bundle that was sound asleep, not like daddy. Making Kongpob writhe and moan. Holding still and quiet to not disturb the sleeping Oon. While bigger Oon was working. Very hard.
Kongpob didn't want to push Arthit, hearing his fears. And he was at a loss, not knowing how to convince Arthit it was fine.
Shocked how one person can change so drastically so quickly. From barbarian to a gentleman within seconds, he felt.
Arthit wouldn't even let Kongpob do any work around the house, keeping him high up on a pedestal. Running around and doing everything, just making him sit back and watch. Only letting him do school-related work, encouraging him in every way, and kissing every protest away.
Kongpob had tried to ease Arthit, taking away all his fear. He initiated everything, taking the lead for Arthit. Until Arthit was comfortable, but he would draw back. Whispering he still needs rest.
And no amount of pouting and grumbling worked. Even his puppy eyes didn't. And he thought and tried every way to convince Arthit, he was fine.
But no luck. It was like talking to a wall. Arthit would smile and kiss his forehead, helping him relieve himself if Kongpob really wanted. But took nothing, being the perfect gentlemen.
But Kongpob wanted it. And Arthit was straying away from any slightly sexual advances more than when Kongpob was pregnant.
So he had one choice. To corner Arthit, again. Him giving hints, the soft touches, pleading, talking. Nothing worked on his stubborn husband. And he took up Arthit's old motto.
Kongpob will get what he wants. The Arthit that doesn't hold back. The Arthit that owns him. The Arthit that made him tremble with desire. He'll get him.
Kongpob waited and waited, trying to find the courage. Backing out each time. Getting what you want is harder than he expected.
He had bathed Oon and put him to sleep while Arthit worked on something on the computer, drinking his hot coffee as he read documents and more documents.
Coming home during later times and rushing to the bathroom before kissing Kongpob and Oon. But Kongpob let it go, giving Arthit the space he needed to work things out.
Kongpob walked around the table and slumped on Arthit's lap, wrapping his arms around his back. Resting his head on Arthit's chest, playing with the buttons on Arthit's shirt. Opening them one by one slowly.
Arthit grabbed Kongpob's hand and put it away, but before he could button it back up. Kongpob saw. He saw the mark over Arthit's chest, a healing scar. A fresh healing one.
Kongpob pulled down Arthit's shirt, staring up at him in question. Hovering his finger over the scar. "Are you-"
"Is he asleep?" Arthit buttoned his shirt back up, smiling at Kongpob. Pecking his temple before focusing back on Oon and humming in question, waiting for the reply.
"Yes," Kongpob whispered, laying his head back down.
Understanding yet never questioning. He wasn't going to push Arthit, he had asked. And Arthit promised Kongpob would be safe.
And for now, that's all he wanted. His family to be safe and sound.
Kongpob doesn't remember how long he was laying against Arthit's chest but he couldn't help but blurt it out. Being in the warm, comforting presence of his husband.
"P'Arthit please?" Kongpob closed the laptop and cupped Arthit's face. "I miss you...your touch. Your..." Kongpob looked down and grabbed Arthit's hand.
He dabbed his thumb over them, "When will you come back to me?" He stared deep into the hazel eyes, the softness breaking Arthit's restraints.
"I am right here," Arthit smiled, faltering when Kongpob gave a small nod. Looking so disheartened. "Puppy..."
Kongpob smiled, slowly getting off Arthit's lap. Arthit sighed, grabbing Kongpob's waist and holding him down. "I am right here," Arthit cupped Kongpob's face, kissing all over.
"No. You are always holding back. Still eaten by guilt no matter what I say..." Kongpob glared at him with teary eyes. "And you don't believe me when I say I want this."
"I do, baby..." Arthit looked deep into the doe eyes, looking so hurt. His heart clenching as Kongpob's lips quivered.
"Don't you want it, Oon?" Kongpob dabbed his thumb across Arthit's cheek, smiling softly. "I can see the way you look at him. But your fear holds you back."
Arthit shook his head, gritting his teeth. "Look at me, please..." Kongpob cupped Arthit's face, bringing his face closer. Nudging their noses together. "You're the best daddy anyone could ask for...best husband."
"Kongpob." Arthit grabbed Kongpob's wrists, blankly looking at him. His heart beating erratically, hearing the words he needed to. No matter how painful.
"Oon. I want you," Kongpob pressed a soft kiss on Arthit's lip. Once. Twice. Thrice. "I want," Kongpob placed Arthit's one hand on his tummy and smiled up at him. "This. I want all of you. I want to grow another life. I want this, not only you."
"What if I don't want it?" Arthit stared at Kongpob's tummy, longingly. Closing it shut and leaning into the comforting presence.
Kongpob pressed a soft kiss to Arthit's forehead, making him look into his eyes. He leaned in and rested his forehead against Arthit's.
"Eyes don't lie."
Kongpob pecked Arthit's lips again, dabbing his thumb across his cheek. "You promised to give me everything I want..."
"So let me bleed...for us Bhow." Kongpob smiled against Arthit's lips. "Make me bleed, Bhow."
Arthit stiffened, gripping Kongpob's waist. "You don't know what you're asking for."
Kongpob hummed, leaning his head on Arthit's shoulder. "Show me then. Bleed me..." Kongpob stared at Arthit, flushing. Leaning towards Arthit's ear and whispering, "own me."
And like a switch, Arthit let go. Hearing the pleas falling from Kongpob's lips, the tears that were rolling down. Begging him to let go. To forgive himself. The tears wetting Arthit's shirt as Kongpob gripped his shoulder.
Arthit closed his laptop and lifted him up. Carrying him and throwing him on the bed gently. Smiling as Kongpob bounced on the bed and moved back, a small smile on his teary face.
Arthit climbed over him, hovering his body above Kongpob's, tears falling on Kongpob's cheek. "Thank you puppy." Arthit stroked his lips against Kongpob's, both smiling.
Kongpob gaped, feeling a new side come forth. The side that was buried inside for so long, getting overpowered with the pain and storms life threw Arthit in.
Shedding its light and coming up with the right person. Crying and gripping Arthit as he melted inside of Arthit's arms. Feeling so full and treasured. But feeling everything he wanted, needed.
Tearing up and caressing Arthit's head, seeing the glistening eyes. Full of pain and relief. Like he was letting go with each thrust and bite. Murmuring love yous continuously. The real Arthit coming back to life.
Fighting his past alongside Kongpob. The person who gave him the strength and didn't even know.
"I'll bleed you, puppy," Arthit smirked, the glint heating up Kongpob's skin. Throwing him in a frenzy, arching, and begging. "I'll bleed you so good. Now that you've asked. Begged so well, for your master."
Kongpob jolted, digging his nails into Arthit's bareback as his eyes rolled and mouth fell open.
"It's delicious," Arthit sunk his teeth into Kongpob's soft flesh, breaking the skin and lapping hungrily. Possessing each part, kissing every scar without the tears and guilt weighing on him.
Arthit smiled, watching Kongpob sound asleep on his chest. He sniffled Kongpob's hair, caressing it. "Thank you puppy."
Arthit squeezed him to his chest before kissing his forehead. Covering him muttering sweet nothings. Smiling as Kongpob stilled and went back to sleep.
He went to Oon and saw him wide awake. Arms and legs up in the air, trying to eat his foot. Arthit chuckled and picked him up, rocking him. Shushing him when he blabbered loudly, saliva dripped down his chin.
Arthit held the bottle, leaning against the wall, and watched his other baby sleep, hugging the blanket tightly. "You're right, pup. I want this."
Arthit smiled down at Oon who stared back at him, gulping down his late-night snack. "All of it."
"They missed you," Arthit rolled his eyes, pulling up his hoodie, jogging over the dirt road. Muttering things under his breath as he heard the footsteps behind him.
Arthit yanked open the rusty door with one hard pull, wiping the sweat off his face. Walking inside the dimly lit warehouse, once again.
Scrunching up his face as the putrid smell hit him, looking at the uncleaned dried blood. The fresh splattered over the walls.
Smirking as he heard groans and muffled screaming coming from the corner. Arthit walked over, whistling with his hands in his hoodie pocket. Standing in front of the man with dry blood on his neck and a cut on the corner of his lips.
He bent down, leveling up with the man, and removed the handkerchief. "You bastard. Who are you?" The man spit out, his eyes blood-red.
"That's very rude of you...you know," Arthit leaned back, satisfied with the fear in his eyes.
"Who are you?" He struggled against the rope tying him to the chair, wiggling around.
"Will you be mad at me?" Arthit pouted, giving the man puppy eyes. The man tilted his head, panting and panicking seeing the teasing eyes. Playing with him before...
"For not playing? I'd love to, don't get me wrong," Arthit put his hands in the air and sighed loudly. "But I have a pup and a puppy to get back to," Arthit leaned his face into his hand, furrowing his brows.
"How unfortunate, right?" Arthit shook his head, giving a look. "Life sucks, doesn't it? Can never get what you want..." Arthit stared at him, his eyes void of any emotion.
"I don't know anything. Please..." he cried, the tough act falling apart as he saw Arthit twirling the gun around in his hand, playing as if it's a toy.
"Heard that before," Arthit rolled his eyes, standing straight. Facing him, any playfulness gone. "Pay for every tear they shed. For the blood, you spilled. For the pain, you caused, over and over. Making them abandon their children..." Arthit hissed out the last part, his eyes burning.
Arthit stared blankly, clearing his throat. Holding his eyes hostage with his own, watching the man tremble and wet himself and struggle harder.
"If they won't make you pay. I will," Arthit took a step back, looking over his shoulder.
"Would you like the pleasure? Brother," Arthit smirked, lowering his gun.
"Hmm," Bright raised his gun, aiming for the head. The mask covering his face, dressed identically to Arthit. "I'd love for you to join, little brother."
Arthit raised his gun, both sharing a look. The glint in their eyes were enough to kill the man who stopped struggling, panting in pure fear and adrenaline.
The chair fell sideways and hit the ground as the body lulled over. Blood pooling around. One bullet nestled right in the middle of his forehead, and the other one tearing through the heart.
Bright blew on his gun, blowing away the smoke as Arthit held the gun sideways towards Bright. Who clinked their guns together as if making a toast.
"Last one?" Bright kicked away a broken leg from a chair, walking out with Arthit.
"I'm not done playing. Are you?" Arthit cocked a brow, smirking as Bright walked off faster. Running to catch up and threw his hand over his shoulder.
"That's what I thought...big brother." Arthit chuckled.
Arthit came home very late in a pin-straight shirt and dress pants, hair gelled with no speck of dirt anywhere. To find Kongpob on the couch, in tears. Staring as he slowly closed the door, sighing. Knowing Kongpob wasn't a fool.
"You won't stop," Kongpob said as he stared off at the wall, sitting in the dark house on the couch. Arthit came over and knelt on the ground, between Kongpob's legs.
"I will never endanger my family's life," Arthit smiled up at Kongpob and cupped his face. Frowning when Kongpob got up and stormed to the kitchen counter, grabbing something.
Kongpob shoved a stick into his hand, "not even now?"
Kongpob's lips quivered as Arthit's face contorted into a huge smile. Coming over to him and cupping his face. Lifting him off the ground and spinning him around. Laughing out loud, carefree.
Kissing all of his face, holding his tummy gingerly, and caressing it.
"No?" Kongpob let the tears cascade down his face as he watched Arthit bend down and kiss all over his tummy. He caressed Arthit's head and dropped to his knees.
"Why?" Kongpob sobbed, covering his face as he wailed in front of Arthit's feet, falling over it and hugging Arthit's legs.
"I'm not finished," Arthit dropped to the floor next, taking Kongpob into his arms. "I promised you a forever. With all of us, Oon, me, you, Twinkle, and our next superhero...I keep my promises, Kongpob Rojnapat."
Arthit cupped Kongpob's face, pressing a soft kiss against his lips.
"Da..." a small voice gurgled inside the crib in the corner of their living room. The toddler held himself up by the rails and bounced. Repeating "da."
Arthit and Kongpob snapped their heads at two years old Oon. More tears falling from Kongpob's eyes. As Arthit ran over to Oon, picking him up and tossing him in the air. Smiling from ear to ear as Oon giggled, raising his arms up.
Arthit spun with Oon, "Dada."
He whispered, his eyes glazing as the toddler gave him a dimpled smile. "Da," he repeated, giggling louder as Arthit nudged his nose into Oon's tummy, tickling him.
Arthit brought Oon over and lifted Kongpob off from the floor and slumped him over the couch, letting him lean over. Bouncing his one leg and letting Oon play with the watch adorning his left wrist.
Arthit lifted up Kongpob's chin with his forefinger. Staring into his eyes, both glazing, hearing Danny repeat da and biting him. Arthit leaned in closer and kissed Kongpob.
"We will live through..." Arthit whispered against Kong's lips. Then smiled. "I promise you, puppy."